3am Ramble Poem by Graham Eccles

star guided i walk, this world is mine

strange night mist shrouded time

by streetlamp light i stop and write the wonders that i see

by yellow glow i calmly flow along on caffeine feet

my eyes wide popping, mind non stopping

insomniatic treat

streets so familiar seem so peculiar

silent cold and dead

odd shadows cast though i still last

as all around do sleep

why do people feel we must

dream til dawn from falling dusk

when all around us life abounds

and cares not for the man made sounds

that blight the daytime

come the night

all is set aright

i walk the roadways free as the breeze

everything seems still, at ease

blood coursing hot runs through my veins

it rains and yet im dry

there may still be some people still up

though their curtains are firmly shut

they block out the nightly ghosts

and yet i love this time the most

my eyes adjust to light so rare

at every movement i stop and stare

it seems unreal to let this wonder

pass as we all slumber

three oclock and still i walk

theres no one around with which to talk

i tread along to find nothing

but poetry and hunger